Priestly had learned that the proper way to deal with the cold was to layer the hell up. He was even planning to throw the kilt on over his jeans and pajama pants once he got it back. And, you know, buy gloves and a scarf. Eventually.

But that new discovery of the wonders of insulation did him absolutely no good when, on the way back to the dorms after the assembly, he suddenly found himself standing outside in subfreezing temperatures wearing nothing but his Mr. Happy boxers.

There was a fair amount of manly yelping as he spun in place for a moment, trying to decide which was nearer, the school or the dorms.

[ooc: I had to. Open!]